52 Bars Songtext
von Real Prophecy
52 Bars Songtext
Hi, no more pain
I represent real hip-hop, not necessarily old school
You hear that beat that′s Foreign
And my brother Nox told me to do this shit
So don't get mad at me, get mad at that nigga
Fuck you ate for breakfast
They say prophecy, you the best hands down
Who got props, I do not stop
And motherfucker you not hot
I′m in the coupe drop top, the roof got chopped
Just like these rappers bragging about the shit I do not got
Like man I'm Yosemite Sam with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fucking crew hopscotch
And fuck you cops 'cause you cop block
Illuminati spit the shit that got 2Pac shot
I was born in ′93, the greatest died in ′96
And I'm as sick but ain′t no telling how sick my sinus is
Ever since I was six I was bothered by tolerance
But I'll admit I made these promises to make my momma rich
A promise is a promise bitch but I ain′t fond of it
Surprised a bit, this the first you heard me on some violent shit
Freestyling wilding with Nox and Dominic
They deserve a scholarship the way they smoke that marijuana spliff
That's high grade, don′t mind me
Hey, my mind aches 'cause I stayed for five days inside a live cave
People say I am brave, no worries 'cause I pray that God saves us
And blacks don′t ever die slaves
So many years on this rotten planet, hot and handed white man
Forgot they manners, I can′t stand it damn it
I'm blood diamond flossing, yes my time is often
If I die I′m ox man, you can bury me inside a diamond coffin
A king soon to be gat, princes and princesses
Bitches wearing these thin dresses to impress us
Real men love you regardless, I wanna see where your heart is
To be honest about it, I don't want that to be my daughters
Embarrassing niggas is arrogant
Scared to have babies, don′t fuck a bitch and become a parent then
Claiming you grown but you can't take care of your own
Now you need you a loan ′cause child support won't leave you alone
The females death strangle screaming out let's tangle
With two of these square ass niggas who turn to rectangles
I got the balls, you witnessed it from the best angle
She the type to hold my right nut and let the left dangle
I′m too damn dope with it, both of my hands broke
Writing in first person and dying from second hand smoke
In that case you would have to believe that I am dope
′Cause I ain't tryna toot my own horn, this ain′t a banjo
Fucked her when she was planking, wrapped her in a sheet and blanket
She was drinking, so I don't know what the fuck she was thinking
Said she want a new whip, well I guess she needs a spanking
Prophecy gave you this dick, you
Should get on your knees and thank him
Fucking Aretha Franklin, respect these high nipples
I tickle and I′ll hit you until you die crippled
Visit the hospital, I'll whip you with my pistol
Official, the first drive by riding my bicycle
Disrespectful, saying I′m little
And how a real man supposed to suck you dry 'til you's a popsicle
Nox hit you, samurai split you, now your mom′s miss you
You in the backyard brutally eaten by five pitbulls
I represent real hip-hop, not necessarily old school
You hear that beat that′s Foreign
And my brother Nox told me to do this shit
So don't get mad at me, get mad at that nigga
Fuck you ate for breakfast
They say prophecy, you the best hands down
Who got props, I do not stop
And motherfucker you not hot
I′m in the coupe drop top, the roof got chopped
Just like these rappers bragging about the shit I do not got
Like man I'm Yosemite Sam with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fucking crew hopscotch
And fuck you cops 'cause you cop block
Illuminati spit the shit that got 2Pac shot
I was born in ′93, the greatest died in ′96
And I'm as sick but ain′t no telling how sick my sinus is
Ever since I was six I was bothered by tolerance
But I'll admit I made these promises to make my momma rich
A promise is a promise bitch but I ain′t fond of it
Surprised a bit, this the first you heard me on some violent shit
Freestyling wilding with Nox and Dominic
They deserve a scholarship the way they smoke that marijuana spliff
That's high grade, don′t mind me
Hey, my mind aches 'cause I stayed for five days inside a live cave
People say I am brave, no worries 'cause I pray that God saves us
And blacks don′t ever die slaves
So many years on this rotten planet, hot and handed white man
Forgot they manners, I can′t stand it damn it
I'm blood diamond flossing, yes my time is often
If I die I′m ox man, you can bury me inside a diamond coffin
A king soon to be gat, princes and princesses
Bitches wearing these thin dresses to impress us
Real men love you regardless, I wanna see where your heart is
To be honest about it, I don't want that to be my daughters
Embarrassing niggas is arrogant
Scared to have babies, don′t fuck a bitch and become a parent then
Claiming you grown but you can't take care of your own
Now you need you a loan ′cause child support won't leave you alone
The females death strangle screaming out let's tangle
With two of these square ass niggas who turn to rectangles
I got the balls, you witnessed it from the best angle
She the type to hold my right nut and let the left dangle
I′m too damn dope with it, both of my hands broke
Writing in first person and dying from second hand smoke
In that case you would have to believe that I am dope
′Cause I ain't tryna toot my own horn, this ain′t a banjo
Fucked her when she was planking, wrapped her in a sheet and blanket
She was drinking, so I don't know what the fuck she was thinking
Said she want a new whip, well I guess she needs a spanking
Prophecy gave you this dick, you
Should get on your knees and thank him
Fucking Aretha Franklin, respect these high nipples
I tickle and I′ll hit you until you die crippled
Visit the hospital, I'll whip you with my pistol
Official, the first drive by riding my bicycle
Disrespectful, saying I′m little
And how a real man supposed to suck you dry 'til you's a popsicle
Nox hit you, samurai split you, now your mom′s miss you
You in the backyard brutally eaten by five pitbulls
Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Pittman, Durk Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
